So the thing is, I’ve shipped a lot of ships in my time, and let’s be honest, I’ll probably end up shipping a lot more; I’ve shipped casually, I’ve shipped deeply, and all manner in between. The strange thing about Dean/Castiel then, when I first stumbled across it, and delved into my first fic, and my first taste of Supernatural, I knew even then, I knew, that this ship would be like nothing else.
How utterly appropriate then, in hindsight, that they too would be like nothing else to each other. Because the great thing about Dean and Cas—one of the great things, as there are many—is that they are utterly, entirely, unexpected. I think the essence of everything that they are, the essence of why they are so incredibly and indescribably fascinating and entrancing as a character dynamic to witness, can be found in one phrase that Castiel utters to Dean, the moment everything changed: faced with a prophet, the author of their lives, telling them “you can’t be here, you’re not in this story,” Castiel looks up at him squarely, coming to a realisation, and says, “Yeah, well, we’re making it up as we go.”
And what a story they made, after they ripped up the pages, and the rules, leaving only freedom and choice—what a story they made, what a story. One all their own, unencumbered by obligation and destiny because theirs exists outside it.
And you know, it plays out rather like a love story.
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